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Becoming Seen

Visibility, receiving praise, and the discomfort of standing fully in your own excellence.

sunset over a dock on the river

sunset over a dock on the river

I can see clearly now.

My Sage supported, Jimmy Cliff playing on repeat, and new habits sinking in.

Jul 272 min read

a wall painted white with blue paint showing through

a wall painted white with blue paint showing through

Out, damned spot!

my saboteur steals the stage, my dear sage, and some science.

Jul 203 min read

me smiling looking goofy with a dark night behind me

me smiling looking goofy with a dark night behind me

Comfortable in our own skin.

Human Design, unpolished moments, and the truest version of you.

Jul 62 min read

friends talking sitting by water looking at a mountain we see their backs only

friends talking sitting by water looking at a mountain we see their backs only

Lost in translation.

conversations in the wild, our biases, and the clarity we are seeking.

Jun 292 min read

tree at night with the milkyway in the sky behind it

tree at night with the milkyway in the sky behind it

Struggling with the stars.

Trusting my gut, the discomfort of being seen, and writing in the void.

Jun 152 min read

bunnies in a green lawn

bunnies in a green lawn

Your field precedes you.

Bold bunnies, coherence, and what happens when you stop pushing.

May 182 min read

woman holding arms out dancing across a field

woman holding arms out dancing across a field

Equal to, not less than.

Embodiment over deflection.

May 112 min read

colorful flowers on a white background, pink, yllow, orange

colorful flowers on a white background, pink, yllow, orange

Whose timeline are you actually on?

planetary pressure, pulling back, and trusting your own timing.

Apr 202 min read

an acorn cracked open beginning to grow

an acorn cracked open beginning to grow

This is what cracking open looks like.

instinct, timing, and trusting what your body already knows.

Apr 62 min read

the bud of a tree the only thing in focus looking like it might be thinking of opening

the bud of a tree the only thing in focus looking like it might be thinking of opening

I've arrived. So why am I still becoming?

On pace, pressure, and learning to receive what is already here.

Mar 302 min read

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